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7.

Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?
I hasten to inform him or her, it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.
[7.1]

I pass death with the dying, and birth with the new-wash’d babe, and am not contain’d between my hat and boots; 125
And peruse manifold objects, no two alike, and every one good;
The earth good, and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good.
[7.2]

I am not an earth, nor an adjunct of an earth;
I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself;
(They do not know how immortal, but I know.) 130
[7.3]

Every kind for itself and its own—for me mine, male and female;
For me those that have been boys, and that love women;
For me the man that is proud, and feels how it stings to be slighted;
For me the sweet-heart and the old maid—for me mothers, and the mothers of mothers;
For me lips that have smiled, eyes that have shed tears; 135
For me children, and the begetters of children.
[7.4]

Undrape ! you are not guilty to me, nor stale, nor discarded;
I see through the broadcloth and gingham , whether or no ;
And am around, tenacious , acquisitive , tireless, and cannot be shaken away.
[7.5]


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